Gummy Bear

Just ignore the fact this was drawn on my Russian history notes 👀

Nour - Arabic, meaning The Divine Light

Trapped in a cycle of death and rebirth, with every new life resulting in an appearance more beastly than the last, Nour has come to accept their existence as one with little love, their lives almost always cut short before their tenth birthday. Nour has no real memory of their early lives, and with each passing life strays further from the human they used to be, lonesome and quiet and living always in the shadows, unseen by the world.

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S is for sugar Sasha!

I like bears.

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It me! :D

No one tagged me I just thought I looked cute but uhh

Oh thanks for tagging me friend x3

I tried but it’s whatever. 

Eddie Brock everyone

Literally NOTHING about this is accurate to Sasha except for the eyecolor hdhfgfhfhh Who Is This Man

“It does, actually! I can bake a dozen rolls for you, or if you want you can just purchase a bundle of three.” Sasha said, moving about behind the counter to find an example of his sweet bread rolls he made. These were usually used as dinner rolls during holidays, but they made good buns for slider sandwiches too. Humming, the big man set down a small trey in front of the nervous customer, showing him a few of the golden brown rolls.

“The trick is I bake with sugar, so the bread comes out very sweet! Almost all my bread contains some sugar but my sweetbread has the most. Anymore and I’d have to call it a cake!” He joked a bit, reaching over to rub the face of the grinning pitbull. The dog melted under his touch, clearly the animal was well loved by her owner.

‘He does have sweet bread.’ Mark had to fight back the urge to cry. This was the nicest anyone has been to him in weeks, or years even. In a world that felt like it was constantly pushing him down ‘Oh god, maybe it’s as sweet as him…’ Mark looked at the dog “I think I’d like some of that sweet bread in that case.” He muttered.

He’d like to pet her. Mark didn’t like dogs or most pets under normal circumstances, but those weren’t normal circumstances. Everything about this bakery was starting to feel warm and kind. Really refreshing.

"Well, I'm glad I'm nice but the fact I'm the nicest person is pretty unfortunate! I hope you start meeting more nice people soon." He said, sneakily tucking a fourth extra roll into the box, figuring the poor guy could use some extra kindness based on what he was saying.

The dog, Pechenya, stuck her nose over the counter to look at the stranger, obviously curious but behaved enough to stay were she was, a good shop dog.

Sasha turned back around, the box tied with a length of twine.

Kicking on the water, Sasha shuffled his way into the shower, clearing his throat before speaking.

Sasha was certain he would burst into flames following that comment, and the fact his beard wasn't smoking was a surprising one. The Russian coughed, rubbing his bad shoulder as he looked everywhere but at Eddie, terribly bashful.

"I believe you... Although how you'll be able to reach my head to wash my hair is beyond me." Sasha pointed out, flashing him a grin as he playfully pat the top of Eddie's head.

He looked over his good shoulder at him as he scrubbed down the tub, blood rushing in his ears. If only he could have a normal, non ridiculous reaction to things in life. He looked back down at what he was doing.

"She does! Although she might not be AS zoomie since she's sleepy."

"Normally I'm quite aware of my strength!! Otherwise I wouldn't be able to make sugar sculptures." He pointed out with a slight laugh, handing over the shampoo as he suggested. Pechy of course had no awareness of the situation, giving Eddie a lick as soon as he returned before shaking herself off, vigorously spraying the pair in water and suds.

The words were well out of his mouth before Sasha even began to process what they meant, but as soon as he did his entire body seemed to flush a bright pink. The big man sputtered in embarrassment, and to make matters worse the hand in which he held the shampoo bottle decided to squeeze, and Sasha ended up squirting strawberry kiwi scented dog shampoo directly into Eddie's face.

"I'll rest soon, I just want to make sure Pechy is doing alright, and show her that I'm okay too. Isn't that right my cookie crumb?" He cooed, grabbing the little pour bucket from the dog bath basket.

"I'd appreciate the helping hand... it's a good thing neither of us have work today yes?" He mused slightly, calling Pechy back over. The pitbull groaned and slowly got up off her bed, tired and sore from her experience in the fire but walking over anyways. Sasha gently rubbed the top of her head before picking her up, carrying her like a child in his good arm.